Lets do this quicklyI call on the power of the memories i hold within me may the power of the bedlam boy’s run thro me may our memories grant me the knowledge to rembere what secrets are held within this pendent. May what is forgotten be remembered in the name of my lord my the story’s be told may the songs be sung and in the name of the bedlam boys may I rember

Tom rubs his head in pain. He sits resting for a moment contemplating something in his head. He gets up and arranges insens in a circle around him. He then pleases 3 metal beaslets that ones contained magic in the centre and his bag containing the braclets out of it. He then walkes around the circle and sings

‘Mad old tom our time has come move you’re feet to a ritals drum’You won you’re war but paied the tollWe stand hear as one harte and solesMidnight mad blood red rose make the magic all you’re own Tell you’re tail up to the godsTom of bedlam, tell it proud

a sentinel, i was made last to leav but fist to pay in honer of my hallowed landthe grates prise, he did pay now i sit within this land body broken,soles live on now i cry out to the gods how many of them did you make die a sentnal i am by right a sentil i’ll stand and fightwe call the god’s into this land guide my magic guide my hand (open rital circle rank 60 )He begins to walk in tighter circles around the braslets. (nolonger singing)May the gods bless me this day without my essens i am nothing whoth thare essens heros are nothing. The bedlam boys were made to save lives from the illness of insanity i tom of bedlam. The last of the bedlam boys. Will live and save this world from the insanity of the corropshen of the balences the world will know the name bedlam boys. Without our essens we canot stand tall. I call apon the powere of this ritual and any presents that lingers in it. To infuse theas braclets with ritul magic. Make them a soce of purest rital essens. May those who wear them cast thare spells with the ritual infused essens theas braclets hold. I call apon whatever powere lingeres hear to inpowere this rital and inpowere theas braclets. So i may keep my promis to the world. With this he holds out his arm opens his hand a lets a pipe fall landing perfectly in the middle of the three braclets (end rital)

**The sounds and sensations Tom had experienced during his ritual have faded away, replaced entirely with the feeling of the impending assault of the Fort of Varya, and beyond to the Bastion. The advancing armies heading toward him march with an almost deafening footfall, with fierce warcries, howls, screams, chants and cheers. **

**Tom is in their path, in his circle, which now has ''Mad Tom O' Bedlam'' scratched into the earth beneath him. They are getting extremely close.**